| Snuff’s tucked up in my lip with a mic in my hand
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| Like it was a controller controlling the crowd they demand
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| Another rap to rip they faces off I’m giving my fans
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| The nastiest bits to hit the Internets in the land
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| I’m still mainstream found give me Grammy’s grab impressed
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| Innovated deflated on your speakers no less
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| I don’t rep them nerds teaching the way to ascend
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| Teaching the way to make a future in this world and defend
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| Our birthrights
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| Birthed in the world we have to fight
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| Every single day in the life there’s always something keep it coming
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| The paper that I’m chasing every dollar I spend
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| Goes back into this image of myself as a kid
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| On a computer prog’ing the next big thing is my thing
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| It’s been ten years since I came up with a mic in the game
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| Ten years: it’s a long time when you see how things change
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| From the basement to the pavement to the fortune and fame
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| My root’s in tech, rooting box is all of that
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| I’m still a force to be reckoned with so check yourself before you ask
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| «You still down for the scene or have you fell off, have you sold out, you done?
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| Man, I’m going to keep on rapping nerdy until the game isn’t fun
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| I’m going to make the mainstream bow the ground
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| I’m going to make them bow to me I’m the sensei no doubt
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| I’m the Po I’m the Kung Fu Panda, chosen, frozen in time
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| I’m still the number one spammer feeding links in my prime
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| SPIM, praise him, Spamtec’s still the clique
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| In the words of my book I keep my rapping so sick
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| And RMK held him down when I needed him quick
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| Cause when one member is rugged then the crew remain thick
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| Now I’m back in the saddle, prepping for battle
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| It’s just like the kid that grip my mic like gripping my rattle
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| Come with the hotness Decepticon through this beat back
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| To the 8-bit roots I’m known for in my better-known tracks
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| Bar after bar I’m relentless a Tempest
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| And my flow remain filling I’m a microphone dentist
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| I’m a volcano the flow is so hot so get off my mountain
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| Cause I’m going to keep on spitting this heat like a fountain
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| The pinnacle of the top of this stylistic simplistic pimping
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| With the nerdy swagger dripping on my lyrics no different
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| Just more women just more touring just more spots on the charts
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| Accolade 'till the next big thing I code I’m making my mark
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| Blendin' worlds, remain relevant and keep them all happy
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| On the road with what I wrote fillin' on the screen on my lappy
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| Written spoken open to the masses this is my gift
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| It’s a gift that I give you because it’s yours in a pinch |